Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 397 Penglai's One Sword Slays the Demon Lord
The Venerable Qingsheng and Master Wubei did not arrive in their physical bodies, but rather in their spiritual forms, arriving suddenly.

Most of these native beings who strayed into the demonic path and cultivated into evil spirits did not abandon their physical bodies.

Firstly, their physical bodies are already excellent tools for cultivation, a precious raft for crossing the world. Losing them would affect their progress and potential in cultivation.

Secondly, their physical bodies also represent a portion of their combat power. If they appear in a spirit form, they cannot convert this portion of their combat power and have it carried away by the spirit.

However, ever since the monk Qingsheng touched upon the existence of the eighth consciousness and guided Wubei, he also stepped into that strange world.

The two of them were already able to temporarily transfer all their physical essence to their spirits, allowing them to wield combat power that combined their physical and spiritual strength in a more agile and unpredictable manner.

The two seized the perfect moment to strike, and their methods were also quite unusual.

Their left hands were already in a mudra, placed in front of their abdomens, the movements identical, while their right hands, like mirrors, flipped outwards.

There was no explicit arm extension movement; it was just a simple flip of the palms, from which beams of Buddha light emanated.

The beam of light, though golden, also carried a hazy, grayish quality, as if the Buddha's light contained countless tiny black dots that were difficult to see with the naked eye.

Xiao Liang's divine sword flashed and shrank in that instant.

Like a laser beam, the bright white sword suddenly appeared behind Chu Tianshu's head, blocking the beam of Buddhist light emitted by the tall Wu Bei.

The beam of Buddhist light emitted by Qing Sheng struck Chu Tianshu on the back.

"drink!!"

Chu Tianshu roared and threw a punch straight out with his right hand. His whole body moved with the movement of this fist, and the rigid side of his spirit was fully unleashed.

Hou Tianyuan's corpse was struck by the overwhelming force of the Kun transforming into a Peng, and the waves crashing against the shore.

Like a bubble, it suddenly expanded and then burst.

There wasn't even a brightly colored blood mist; it exploded into powder in an instant, scattering at high speed.

What remains in human vision appears to be only scattered black dots.

Dugu Jue and Xiao Zhenru, who were already standing behind Hou Tianyuan's corpse, were unable to stop him this time either.

Chu Tianshu pressed on and passed between the two of them in one go.

It was like a raging ocean current that squeezed out from between two exceptionally large warships.

For a moment, Xiao Zhenru wondered if she hadn't fought anyone in years and had been so intimidated by the imposing presence that she had backed away too far.

Dugu Jue, however, understood very well.

Although the two of them did move slightly to the sides, the gap was not large enough for Chu Tianshu to pass through.

It was because when Chu Tianshu launched the attack, his body seemed to be stretched by his own power, becoming narrower and flatter.

Only then did he manage to slip through the gap, avoiding a prolonged confrontation with Dugu Jue and the other two.

This also means that they managed to break free from the encirclement of four powerful enemies.

"We can't let him catch his breath!"

Dugu Jue reacted quickly and was already trying to turn around.

The beam of Buddha's light emanating from Monk Qingsheng seemed to be directly following Chu Tianshu's back.

Xiao Zhenru and Wu Bei's response was by no means slow.

Xiao Liang then unleashed another sword strike.

It is said to resemble a single sword, but in reality, it consists of four sword beams.

White, blue, red, and yellow, four people were assigned to the role.

Facing the white sword light, Monk Qingsheng felt that the world was desolate and the human world was absurd, and that he might as well go with the wind and flow with the rain.

Suddenly I felt weary of this battle, so I gave up and decided to leave!

When Wu Bei was illuminated by the blue light, he suddenly realized that a poisonous spider was perched at the top of the blue light.

The blue light reflected off the surface of the sea like ripples, and the spider arrived riding on the light, intending to crawl onto its face, tear open its seven orifices, and seize control of its mind.

Xiao Zhenru seemed to see the most profound Buddhist principles in the red light, and saw the true nature in the fire!
Dugu Jue saw the yellow light and reached out to block it.

But it seemed that a wisp of smoke, lighter than light, passed through his palm and landed on his lapel.

The aftershocks of the clash between the four sword lights and the four masters only then began to erupt.

With a deafening roar, the air in that small area was almost completely expelled.

Then, air currents surged back from all directions, creating a series of thunderous booms.

Even the lighter pieces of roof tiles were tossed and tumbled about by the airflow.

Their robes fluttered wildly, and they seemed unsteady on their feet.

Qing Sheng looked surprised and took a half step back.

On Wu Bei's hands, there were spiderweb-like wounds. On Xiao Zhenru's palm, there was a fiery red wound.

Dugu Jue had no injuries on his hands, yet he always suspected that they were; this was a sign of emotional distress.

Flying Rain Sword, Hidden Spider Sword, Burning Wood Blade, Flying Smoke Divine Spear!
Just a fleeting moment ago, Xiao Liang unleashed four ultimate techniques refined from the "General Principles of Penglai".

The White Serpent Sword pointed diagonally at the ground from his hand, and his wide sleeves covered the back of his hand, obscuring it completely.

His gaze was detached, his aura chilling, and his eyes did not look at the four powerful enemies, but only at his own sword.

It seemed that his sword still held the power to deliver a devastating blow, a strike that required utmost effort.

Compared to the previous offensive, this final blow, if launched, can only be borne by a single person.

But after retreating half a step, Qing Sheng advanced, heading towards Xiao Liang!

This process was as if no thought had been involved at all.

The way of Heaven is like a calm lake; the moment someone presses down on the surface, the surface will eventually bounce back up.

He is clearly the leader of the world's number one sect and an unparalleled master of the demonic path.

When the monk Qingsheng made his move, one could not sense any superfluous desires; he was like a true Buddha, serene and emotionless, yet able to see one's true nature.

In a flash, Xiao Liang had no choice but to draw his sword.

This movement immediately alerted others that something was amiss.

Beneath the sleeve, Xiao Liang's sword-wielding hand, except for his thumb, had four fingers split into four different colors.

The cracks on each finger were so deep that the bone was visible.

Suddenly, Qing Sheng spun around with his sleeve, turned away from Xiao Liang, and flew towards Chu Tianshu.

The old man didn't utter a single word throughout, but he managed to bring the other three back to their senses in the shortest amount of time.

Without wasting any time, the three of them attacked together, intercepting and killing Xiao Liang.

Xiao Liang didn't have time to switch to his left hand; he could only let out a long sigh.

As he exhaled, his longsword moved with the gentleness of flying rain, the bleakness of autumn wind, and the coolness of a thousand hairs, shaking Mount Tai amidst the misty waves.

This is not a terrifying ultimate technique; it's just an ordinary Flying Rain Sword.

But in his hands, the Flying Rain Sword blended gentleness and heaviness, elegance and desolation, into a wisp of smoke that flowed throughout the martial world.

Xiao Liang actually managed to neutralize the power of the enemy's first round of attacks.

Judging from this, he can withstand at least four more rounds of attacks.

But Xiao Liang couldn't break out either, and couldn't stop Qing Sheng.

Where is Chu Tianshu?

From the moment he broke through the encirclement, Chu Tianshu was taking a deep breath.

With that charge, he covered more than thirty feet, then suddenly turned around to face the battlefield, inhaling even more fiercely.

He was hit in the back, but there were no visible injuries on his back. However, his ribs were fractured and displaced, and both of his lungs were damaged.

Especially his chest.

His clothes were torn at the chest, and his skin and flesh seemed to crack like lava, emitting a red glow from within, through which one could faintly see his beating heart.

The crack in the heart is the source of the red light.

As he inhaled, the hidden rift in his heart seemed to be healing rapidly, but the wound on his chest became even more noticeable.

That's also an injury from severing meridians, and it shouldn't be underestimated.

Fortunately, Xiao Liang stopped the four people for a moment.

Without hesitation, Chu Tianshu reached out and grabbed a large clump of his hair, tearing it off.

During the fierce battle, his long hair, which was originally disheveled and draped over his shoulders, was now half-shortened on the right side.

He pressed that large clump of hair to his chest, his hands flashing and moving in front of his chest like afterimages, weaving and stitching, mending and patching.

Using the power of his fingertips to pull on the hair, he actually sewed his chest shut with the hair.

"What kind of medical skill is this?!"

Qing Sheng flew in at that moment and was startled to see this scene. His heart skipped a beat.

Chu Tianshu was in so much pain that he was clenching his teeth and his eyes were bloodshot. When he saw him coming, he didn't think twice and chopped him with a hand chop.

The gray-black crescent-shaped blade energy, as soon as it left the palm, turned from solid to ethereal, and then back into solid in front of Qing Sheng.

In a flash, reality shifted, and it seemed as if it had broken through spatial limitations and suddenly attacked the enemy.

The Heavenly Heart's Sorrowful Demon Slash and Chu Tianshu's current state of mind are a match made in heaven.

Qing Sheng grabbed it casually.

The blade energy was like a piece of weathered, broken glass; the moment it touched him, it shattered into powder.

Chu Tianshu stomped his foot and charged in front of him, throwing a punch. Behind him, a ring of energy was blooming.

Qing Sheng made no attempt to hide his intentions, and unleashed a powerful, swirling strike with both hands.

His hands were as thin as chicken claws, and his fingers were usually folded up. But when he opened them up, it was discovered that although each finger was skin and bones, the area of ​​his entire palm was still quite large.

With a series of changes in his hands, he unleashed hundreds of strange palm shadows, clashing with Chu Tianshu's fists and palms.

As the two clashed, a large halo of Sanskrit characters appeared in the air.

Eight Sanskrit characters, each the size of a human head, swirled around the area where the two were exchanging blows.

The highest level of rebirth, the Eight Great Dharma Seals!
Cleansing the flesh, blood, bones, and brain.

Seal off the land, seal off the water, seal off the fire, seal off the knowledge!
These eight mudras are infinitely profound and are secret techniques that can only be learned at Qingsheng Temple after one has cultivated to the seventh consciousness (Manas).

The seventh consciousness, Manas, can discover that humans are composed of countless tiny insects that are neither round nor round. These tiny insects can be beneficial or harmful, have the ability to reproduce, and also have the effect of devouring each other.

The Eight Great Seals can eliminate pests and cure diseases, but they can also kill life.

For self-cultivation, it involves purifying oneself and then introducing unique external forces one by one, sealing them inside, and nurturing one's soul and consciousness.

When used to kill enemies, the eight hand seals can be combined with each other, creating endless mysteries.

Under the influence of these Sanskrit chants, Chu Tianshu felt as if the blood in his chest was about to boil and then freeze.

While other areas could still be treated, the chest was the most affected.

Qing Sheng was also filled with dread.

Although the previous attack did not kill Chu Tianshu, it should have created a fatal flaw. Who knew that the opponent also had this strange medical skill!
Suturing the skin and flesh together is secondary.

Crucially, Chu Tianshu's hair had also stitched up his injured meridians, ensuring the meridians were reconnected perfectly without the slightest deviation.

Moreover, the hair strands sewn between the meridians should have been an obstacle, but his hair seemed to have excellent conductivity for transmitting his own power.

Having just suffered serious injuries, he's putting up a fierce fight and isn't losing ground at all.

Let's just keep at it then!
Qing Sheng let out a long sigh, his movements slowed slightly, but each palm strike covered a larger area.

Let's not even talk about how long Xiao Liang can hold out or how long he can hold off those three.

Qing Sheng himself was known for his endurance, and Chu Tianshu was ultimately injured.

I refuse to believe we can't wear him down!

Chu Tianshu had also used exquisite hand seals to fight against him, but he probably realized that dragging it out would be disadvantageous, so his fierce and explosive temperament suddenly subsided and became more restrained.

A few sparse white hairs on Qing Sheng's brow trembled as he realized that amidst the chaotic afterimages of fists and palms, a hand chop had suddenly reached his forehead.

He raised his left hand, his wrist twisted rapidly, and with one hand he created a lotus-like afterimage.

The afterimages of individual fingers resembled petals of varying lengths.

Chu Tianshu's blade was forcefully caught within this flower-shaped seal.

Neither pain nor the intent of the blade could break the self-contained cycle of the demonic lotus.

But with a sudden change in hand, and a flick of the wrist, the sword-like finger pointed towards the flower root.

A wisp of fiery red sword intent slashed directly at Qing Sheng's left wrist.

Qing Sheng suddenly retreated.

His eight mudras, in their various combinations, should all be performed with both hands.

But after he transformed into an evil spirit, he didn't really care and let an extra hand grow from his wrist.

The lotus flower in one hand that we just saw, which seemed to be a blur, was actually an extension of the finger.

However, if you were to grow extra arms, it would actually become cumbersome.

That fiery red sword intent, aimed at his wrist, was precisely where his vitals lay.

Chu Tianshu strode through the air, his swordsmanship techniques shifting endlessly and changing without order.

Swordsmanship, taken individually, cannot surpass Chu Tianshu's previous hand seal techniques. The two also have their own unique paths and cannot be truly combined.

However, the knife technique was very similar to that of the demonic path, while the sword technique seemed to be specifically designed to counter the demonic path.

For a time, although it couldn't hurt Qing Sheng, it forced him to move repeatedly.

Above the sky, only Chu Tianshu's afterimage could be seen, like a long dragon coiling and winding.

When Qing Sheng twirls his hands, it resembles a hundred-armed statue, with flowers blooming everywhere on his hands.

Under the dim light, in the dilapidated town.

It was as if a dragon was snatching a pearl, soaring into the sky and then crashing down on the ruins.

Although Qing Sheng is an evil spirit, in order to contend with Chu Tianshu, he has no choice but to forcefully step on a ball of primordial energy to gain strength every time he lands, and the primordial energy is like a lotus flower.

In the blink of an eye, he descended from the sky, almost stepping into the ruins.

When the primordial lotus blooms, it is only about half a foot away from the broken and collapsed roof and the leaning beam pointing to the sky.

As soon as the flower bloomed, his foot started to hurt.

Bang! !

Amidst the ruins, a golden hand emerged as the vital energy was trampled into a lotus flower.

It was like a hand made of brass, with fingers like a sword, deeply embedded in the sole of his foot, protruding from the instep.

"who!"

Qing Sheng felt a sharp pain on his face, raised his arms, and with all his might, slammed his body down.

Although he didn't know who had attacked him, he could tell that the person who attacked him was ultimately not as strong as Chu Tianshu.

At that moment, the best option was to take advantage of the situation and crush or blast the thing below.

boom! ! !
The ruins shattered instantly, the ground within a radius of several dozen feet sank downwards, and turbid air currents spread outwards.

Qing Sheng successfully shattered the object hidden in the ruins.

But a thin shadow brushed past his face and suddenly shot into the sky.

Monk Qingsheng involuntarily looked up.

Chu Tianshu happened to catch the thin shadow, and with a flick of his wrist, a three-foot-long silver-white sword extended from his hand.

The real, physical sword was still at his waist.

But the sword in his hand was incredibly dazzling at that moment.

The silhouette of an extraordinary swordsman appears on the sword, and in the blink of an eye, the transformation is complete.

From hilt to tip, it's done in a flash.

Chu Tianshu's soul detached from his body, carrying the sword spirit, and flew towards him.

The monk Qingsheng's eyes were wide open, and the few remaining white hairs on his eyebrows and chin were taut.

He saw everything around him slowing down.

A sense of the times!
Someone interfered with his sense of time, but that's nothing.

Even a demon can adjust their sense of time, so they might not be unable to keep up with the speed of this sword strike.

However, he also saw all the debris floating in the ruins he had just blasted apart.

Whether it's wood, tiles, or stones.

These things, in a static state, slowly turned into ashes.

It was as if a layer of red light was slowly sweeping from one end of the many objects to the other, and after it was finished, these things became ashes.

That is actually the energy of heaven and earth contained within the object, which was ignited and then drawn away.

Within a radius of twenty zhang, many such patches of ash appeared on the ground, continuously expanding and connecting.

This sword strike was able to draw away the energy of heaven and earth within a twenty-foot radius in one fell swoop, even with the accelerated sense of time.

Even after completing his time adjustment, the injured monk Qingsheng was too late to gather the power to fight back.

The Nine-Nine Calamity Ashes Shocking Divine Spectrum...

The ultimate technique, Wild Goose Falls Forgets to Return, Phoenix Reborn with a Single Sword!
Qing Sheng raised his hand to clamp down, but was still pierced through the top of his head by a sword, disintegrating inch by inch from head to toe.

"You're even better at sneak attacks than I am..."

The evil spirit's last words collapsed amidst the sound of a fiery explosion.

What does "sneak attack" mean?

"Sanqi was originally my sword, this should be called... Sword Control Technique!"

Chu Tianshu's soul, with its bloodshot eyes and flamboyant will, spun in the flames, carrying the flames formed by the burning evil spirit, and transformed into a long red rainbow that shot towards Xiao Zhenru.

Man and sword become one, wielding the sword to slay demons!
(End of this chapter)